Thursday and yesterday were more synopsis work. Filled out the next three templates and sent them in, when I got them back with only a couple minor comments I took an educated guess on the last two templates and sent them into the course's instructor. She sent them back with another 'atta girl'. Yah! I think I have it! :-) While I was waiting for her to get back to me I turned all the template answers into paragraphs, filled in the transitions and--wow!-- I have a 2-page synopsis. Gave it to a friend to read last night, she noted a couple inconsistencies that made sense in the context of the manuscript, but not in the synopsis. So, I'll fix those, and, yes, I'll send it in to be critiqued, but I feel really good about it. This class was the best $25 I've ever spent. Next step is fix first three chapters, then send it in.

Today is stained glass and laundry day. Laundry is kind of self-explaintory... four kids means laundry. Then once I get mine done I start on the baskets I brought over for the gal I'm cleaning for. No big deal, I don't mind laundry... I find folding to be mindless time when I've had some truely profound insights into my psyche and the psyche of my characters.

But the stained glass... that's another story, and a hurdle I'm vastly amused to watch myself resist. This is a small-ish (14") round window that I've had designed for over a year and haven't been able to start. Long story, that doesn't make any logical sense, and just makes me look bad. Anyway... today is my day to actually start it and it's been one thing after another. Can't find this, can't make that work, only find this, and discover that I really can make that work. Tons of emotional ups and downs. Now, things are finally ready to actually cut the first piece of glass. I'm starting with the hard pieces to get them out of the way first, but now wondering if that's the best strategy. It's been over six months since I've done any glass-work. I've missed it because I love working with my hands and all the colors of the glass. I love the sound the glass cutter makes as it moves over the glass. It's a job that involves all my senses and I love it. Then why am I resisting it so hard?!?!?!

I know it makes no sense, none at all... so I'll throw another load of laundry in and just do it, just cut that first piece, then I'll be fine.